dear luna

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August 29th 1998

dear luna,

i know you're not gone long, but i had a talk with my mother. i assumed waiting so long to tell you everything, tell you the truth, would make me itch. it'd make my legs itch. writing this in a letter is making my palms all sweaty and i think my cheeks are as pink as my hair. and i know you would love that because i know what you love. and i love what you love, luna. so i guess you can see where this is going. i'm writing to tell you that i love you. i do. i've never felt anything like this. when i look at the sky you painted for me i want to cry tears of joy because i know that you are out there. the thought of you being out there makes me smile so hard i think my jaw just might break. i thank everybody every day that you found me. i think it was unfortunate as well, you assumed i was dead, but i'm not. i think i lived for a reason. i lived, so i could love you.

-ginny

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